“What?” Ayanasu asked in irritation, glaring at the the old Jounin in front of him. Tachibana Jin, the man who usually acted as his direct superior, simply stared back with dull grey eyes.
“On your next assignment, a Genin will be accompanying you.” Jin repeated, reaching for a folder on his desk. “I’m well aware of your...aversion for such things, but it is a responsibility of all Jounin to help guide those below us on occasion. I’m sure you’ll find the kunoichi in question interesting enough. She’s skilled for her age much like yourself.”
“You want me to take a Genin on an A-Rank kill mission?” The Santaru spat. “You know as well as I do that rogue shinobi are suspected to be involved with those bandits. I won’t have time to babysit.”
“You will deal with any shinobi involved. The girl will handle the bandits.” The old Jounin said simply, sliding the folder over to Ayanasu.
There was no getting out of this then. Damn it.
The teen took the file with a look of distaste and flipped it open. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced through the dossier on the kunoichi they had decided to stick him with. “Senju Shizuka?” He said to himself, turning a page. The Senju were a well-known clan, and from the reports in the girl’s file she would be skilled enough to at least hold her own supposedly. “I suppose I should thank you for not sticking me with some mongrel.”
Jin snorted, and Ayanasu closed the folder and threw it on his desk. He sighed in resignation.
“Fine. Have the girl meet me at the Academy Dojo in three hours. If I’m going to take her along, I want to get a look at what she’s capable of first. Hopefully she lives up to the reports at least, otherwise this will be a waste of time.”
Jin merely nodded.
“I’ll send word to her.”
Three hours later
Ayanasu, clad in his usual white uniform, stood with crossed arms outside the Dojo Annex. “She should be here any time now…” The boy mused, a frown on his face. He was still annoyed that they’d decided to stick him with a Genin for this mission, but he supposed that things could’ve been worse. The girl was at least from decent stock, and if her file was accurate she had some level of skill.
He’d find out for himself soon enough. The Santaru planned to put the girl through her paces to see what she could do. He wasn’t expecting much, but maybe she’d prove to be unlike most of the trash that made up the village’s ranks and this would actually be interesting. It had been a while since he’d found a new toy to play with.
“On your next assignment, a Genin will be accompanying you.” Jin repeated, reaching for a folder on his desk. “I’m well aware of your...aversion for such things, but it is a responsibility of all Jounin to help guide those below us on occasion. I’m sure you’ll find the kunoichi in question interesting enough. She’s skilled for her age much like yourself.”
“You want me to take a Genin on an A-Rank kill mission?” The Santaru spat. “You know as well as I do that rogue shinobi are suspected to be involved with those bandits. I won’t have time to babysit.”
“You will deal with any shinobi involved. The girl will handle the bandits.” The old Jounin said simply, sliding the folder over to Ayanasu.
There was no getting out of this then. Damn it.
The teen took the file with a look of distaste and flipped it open. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced through the dossier on the kunoichi they had decided to stick him with. “Senju Shizuka?” He said to himself, turning a page. The Senju were a well-known clan, and from the reports in the girl’s file she would be skilled enough to at least hold her own supposedly. “I suppose I should thank you for not sticking me with some mongrel.”
Jin snorted, and Ayanasu closed the folder and threw it on his desk. He sighed in resignation.
“Fine. Have the girl meet me at the Academy Dojo in three hours. If I’m going to take her along, I want to get a look at what she’s capable of first. Hopefully she lives up to the reports at least, otherwise this will be a waste of time.”
Jin merely nodded.
“I’ll send word to her.”
Three hours later
Ayanasu, clad in his usual white uniform, stood with crossed arms outside the Dojo Annex. “She should be here any time now…” The boy mused, a frown on his face. He was still annoyed that they’d decided to stick him with a Genin for this mission, but he supposed that things could’ve been worse. The girl was at least from decent stock, and if her file was accurate she had some level of skill.
He’d find out for himself soon enough. The Santaru planned to put the girl through her paces to see what she could do. He wasn’t expecting much, but maybe she’d prove to be unlike most of the trash that made up the village’s ranks and this would actually be interesting. It had been a while since he’d found a new toy to play with.